Chapter 76-2
Claim
There was more I wanted to pour out to her, more than my throat could even carry. About how I
couldn’t sleep in my own fucking bed because every time I lay down, the emptiness beside me
clawed me awake. Because she wasn’t there. Because the sheets were cold where she should have
been warm.
I wanted to tell her how the pack saw her that day, how they saw her save Irene, and for once, their arrogance broke. They couldn’t believe she carried so much power in her, that the girl they’d dismissed had that kind of strength. And gods, the shame that spread through them was something I’d never seen before. They’re ashamed of how they treated her, ashamed of the
whispers, the stares, the cruelty.
Her life would be different when we went back. I could feel it. The pack would have no choice but
to accept her, to see her for who she really was. And then, then we would stand together, bound
before them all in a mating ritual that would seal what was always meant to be.
Maybe then the hollow ache inside me would finally quiet. Maybe then, with her bound to me fully,
I’d feel complete for the first time in my life.
Instead, there was a knock at the door. Willa and Saul came through the adjoining door to watch
over Kiana, and I went to their room and stepped out front.
Morven and five wolves were standing there.
The fury on his face nearly made me smile. “Morven. Funny meeting you here.”
“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!”
“Careful, Morven. This motel is full of people. I was lucky to get a couple of rooms for myself, so if I were you, I’d lower my voice. It’s pretty early in the morning,”
To his credit, Morven looked around and frowned. I know what he saw. Police station.
Fire station across the street. A stretch of shops and a large diner next to the fire station.
Even now, shop owners were cleaning their windows and sweeping their sidewalks. One of the fire station garage doors were up, and a couple of guys were bringing out trash.
Soon, this place would be crawling with people.
“Clever, but you can’t stay here forever,” Morven snarled. “She is mine.”
“Blackmailing her doesn’t make her yours, Morven. You gave her a choice, didn’t you? I think it’s pretty clear who she really chooses. Stand down. If you touch her again, my pack has made it clear
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